A World Without Hope, But No Despair

The Poet Speaks Adequately Only When He Speaks Somewhat Wildly... Not With Intellect Alone, But With Intellect Inebriated By Nectar.

When Spring Comes To Paris The Humblest Mortal Alive Must Feel That He Dwells In Paradise.

Let Me Be, Was All I Wanted. Be What I Am, No Matter How I Am.

The Study Of Crime Begins With The Knowledge Of Oneself. All That You Despise, All That You Loathe, All That You Reject, All That You Condemn And Seek To Convert By Punishment Springs From You.

Once You Have Given Up The Ghost, Everything Follows With Dead Certainty, Even In The Midst Of Chaos.